1. Song
By C.day lewis
Come, live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
of peace and plenty , bed and board ,
that chance employment may afford.
I’ll handle dainties on the docks
And thou shalt read of summer frocks :
At evening by the sour canals
Will hope to hear some madrigals .
Care come thy maiden brow shall put
A wreath of wrinkles , ands the foot
Be shod with pain: not silken dress
but shall tire thy loveliness.
Hunger shall make thy modest zone
And cheat fond death of all but bone
If these delights thy mind may move ,
Then live with me and be my love.